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Friday, September 14, 2012

Luis
frowned, walking towards the blonde in the Porsche. What is it about people and
simple traffic laws?, he wondered.

“Excuse
me, miss. Do you know that you are parking at a No Parking zone?”

Sharon
sighed angrily. What was it about the cops and her? she wondered. She turned
around to look at the stupid cop and was momentarily taken about. He was extremely
good looking, a hunk, she thought. A pity he was the cop who was bothering her
this beautiful Monday morning.

“Oh,
I know.” She began haughtily, taking off her Gucci sunglasses “but you see I
can park any damn place I want to.”

“No,
you can’t, Lady.” Luis said, firmly, thinking that she looked like some spoiled
rich girl and wondering why she looked so familiar, “I’ll ask you to park your
car in the appropriate place-”

“Or
what? You would arrest me?”

“Lady-”

“My
name isn’t Lady, my name is Sharon Charlwood.”

Luis
became cold with anger. So this silly missy is a Charlwood. Oh, she thought she
was above the law. He would show her that not everyone loved loving the
Charlwoods.

“Lady,
I don’t give a damn who or what you are.” Luis said, slowly and coldly, “You
are in Peaceville, hence you follow Peaceville’s rules and regulations, OK?”

“How
dare you talk to me like that!”

“Park
your car properly, Lady.”

“I
am not Lady!” Sharon screamed, becoming really mad with anger.

Luis
looked at her up and down insolently, privately wondering how the woman could
look so beautiful when she was mad. “Oh, you’re right. You are definitely no
Lady.”

How
dare he look at her like that! How dare he talk to her like that! No one has
ever spoken to her like that. He even became colder when she mentioned her name
instead of being warmer. The other cops would have patronized her warmly,
pleadingly in fact. Not this arrogant one. She doubts if he could ever beg. Oh,
he has even given her a nickname. Lady.

Luis
looked at the spoiled little Richie Rich. It’s a pity she’s a Charlwood and
boy, was he glad they hadn’t started talking in friendly terms. He knew he
would have wanted to see her again and he knew he was charming, she would have
fallen. But no way would he want to have anything to do with a Charlwood no
matter how attractive she was!

“I’m
waiting, Lady.”

They
both stared each other down, until Sharon, fighting the urge to scream in
anger, entered her Porsche and drove away. Luis made sure she parked
appropriately and when she turned to give him a furious look, he nodded his
head and walked away, whistling.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

“The
Hunk of the Year goes to………….” The announcer looked at everyone excitedly,
feeling the tension and excitement in the air and loving it, “Miguel
Sanchez!!!”

The
crowd cheered, the vast majority agreeing with the results. Miguel Sanchez,
with the Sanchez jet black hair, black eyes and the impossibly handsome looks
that Mexicans are born with, gave the crowd that divine smile that was half
shy, half excited. He was like a younger version of Luis.Girls screamed, boys whistled and the older
ones shouted delightedly. He saw his sister leading the chant “GO SANCHEZ! MIGUEL IS THE HUNK!!!” and laughed
as even adults joined in. Gabriella had told him that if he didn’t win, she’ll
know that he wasn’t her brother.

In
the crowd, Diana looked at Miguel, thinking that there couldn’t be any guy more
handsome in the world. She had always been secretly in love with Miguel since
they first had their English classes together. But she was too shy to do
anything about it other than to make Miguel her friend. Consequently, Miguel
did become her friend and to her annoyance, got along more with Dora. To her
chagrin, it was Miguel’s geek of a friend, Jared that was showing a kind of
interest in her.

“Can’t
you see? He’s definitely a Sanchez.”

“Oh
Gabriella, you are such a drama queen.” Whitney Russell said, shaking her head
fondly at Gabriella.

“No,
I’m not. I would have seriously disowned him if he didn’t win.” Gabriella had
to shout to be heard by Whitney in the crowd and she continued the chant she
had started and then paused, “Ok, now I’m seriously thirsty. I’ll be right
back.”

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“Diana
did predict that he would win. Gosh, he looks like his brother.”

“You
know the guy?” Sharon asked, loudly. The crowd sure was noisy.

“I
know of the guy.” Justin said, “The
last carnival I came to, his brother won.”

“Wow!”

“Heard
the sister won ‘The Beautiful’ two years ago.”

“Oh
I know them! They are Soledad’s kids! The girl is really beautiful and nice.”

“Dora
said she’s the prettiest and nicest girl.” Justin tried to remember the girl’s
name but failed.

“You’ve
not seen her?”

“No.
I-”

“Look
out!”

But
it was too late. His hand had collided with a can of Pepsi and the contents
spilled on his jacket. Annoyed, he looked down at the person who had ruined his
jacket and was momentarily stunned.

She
is beautiful, was his first thought. She is a kid, was his second and that
brought him back to the present.

She
was also frightened. “I’m soooo sorry.”

“It’s
ok. Just watch where you’re going next time.”

She
gave him a beautiful smile, half shy and half mischievous, “I will. Enjoy the
carnival.”

She
pushed through the crowd and once turned back, looked at him and smiled again.
He couldn’t resist smiling back.

“That’s
interesting.” Sharon teased.

Justin
frowned, “Come off it, Sharon. She’s just a kid.”

“You
don’t realize it, do you?”

“Realize
what?” Justin said exasperated.

“That’s
Gabriella.”

“Who?”

“The
nicest prettiest girl according to Dora.”

“That’s
Soledad’s daughter?” he looked out for her but didn’t see her, “Dora wasn’t
exaggerating, she is beautiful…but a child.”

“She’ll
be at least eighteen.”

“Still
a baby, Sharon. I want a grown up woman who knows what she wants.” Justin said,
dismissing the prettiest girl he has ever seen from his mind.

“I
didn’t expect to meet you here. I thought you were still in Paris.”

“I
just came back.”

Justin
looked at Sharon, grinning. Sharon Charlwood was his step-aunt, the only
Charlwood he loved. He and Sharon had grown up together in the Charlwood
mansion, Sharon being one year older than him. She was someone he could tell
all his deepest secrets and expect to give him an honest and blunt response. It
was Sharon who had advised him to get a Harvard scholarship and to get his job
without the Charlwood influence. He knew that Alistair wouldn’t have minded
funding his schooling but he took Sharon’s advice and he was glad he did. Even
his father was proud of him for doing that.

“How’s
that boyfriend of yours?” Justin teased.

Sharon
paled slightly then cheerfully diverted the subject, “Guess who I saw?”